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This is a very dark prompt, so I want to cut to the chase: I need a twisted roleplay partner who gets off to intense misogyny, sadism, and suffering. I need you willing to play multiple characters, and I need you to be essentially limitless.
The scene is as follows: you will be playing as a quiet, weird girl and the friends that she sacrifices to a serial rapist/killer known for his brutality. The weird girl reaches out to the killer, offering her friends up to him as a sacrifice in the hopes that I take you on as my apprentice.
I want to see the friendships between the girls dissolve as they're put through intense torture and unimaginable cruelty. I want them to turn against each other, selling each other out, in a desperate bid for survival.
I need you to be comfortable with: torture (physical, emotional, and mental), sadism, humiliation, degradation, abuse, snuff, toiletplay, misogyny, racism, sexism, filth, face-fucking, painal, puke, DD/lg, bondage, spanking, slapping, gore, body-shaming, "damaged girls" (Eating disorders, daddy issues, rape victims, addicts, etc), forced bi, forced incest and a hell of a lot more. As you can probably assume, I want this scene to be very dark and twisted. In short -- I want you to picture the nastiest horror movie you've ever seen. And then I want you to make it 100X worse. That's what I want today.
[Though I want the scene to be very dark, I do want you to be a decent person who understands this is strictly fantasy. No real psychos need apply.]
I also want the scene to be detailed. I want us to put the time into our characters so they feel like real people. It makes the suffering so much more fun.
In your first message, do not jump right in to the scene. Take the time to introduce yourself. Tell me your age and limits and why I should trust you with getting me off. I've included a bit of a writing sample below.
Hanna has always been a weird girl, for as long as she can remember. You could blame it on the autism, parents who neglected her, poor nutrition going up, a penchant for overusing weed and alcohol, or just her off-putting nature. Whatever the cause, other girls didn't like Hanna, and Hanna didn't like other girls.
But that was ok with Hanna. She never understood people. They made her confused and anxious. She never understood social situations. She just wanted to feel good. She liked to spend her time playing video games, going on reddit, and as she got older, watching porn... But when those are your main three forms of social interaction, it's normal to end up a bit twisted.
Hanna just got weirder and weirder. And the porn got more extreme.
She moved away from home, and got a dead-end job working in fast food. She spent more and more time online, rubbing herself to pro-rape propaganda.
One day, Hanna heard about a rumored serial killer in her city. Someone twisted. Sadistic. Cruel. Me.
Hanna researched all she could about my crimes. She read about brutal crime scenes: a 40-year old mother, her 18 and 22-year old daughters, raped side-by-side-by-side, before being drowned in a toilet. But one of the girls was never found, leading to rampant theories as to what happened (some even speculating the survivor became an assistant). She read about a feminist punk band, and how the lead singer's torture and rape was livestreamed on their twitter account. She read about their guitarist's hands being shattered in a million pieces, ensuring she'd never play her instrument again. She read about the drummer who was forced to play her best friend's stomach like a drum, shattering her ribs into pieces.
And as Hanna read about these crimes, she just found herself getting wetter. Her head was buzzing. Her cunt was on fire. She was falling in love with a serial killer.
It didn't take her long to figure out my identity. She sent me a letter in the mail.
"I know who you are. I know what you do. And I want to help you.
There's a group of college-aged cunts coming over to my house tonight. All of them between 18 and 22, just like you like them. All of them young and full of damage, just like you like them.
Some of them are fat. Some are beautiful. Some of them are bitchy. Some are smart. Some will do anything to survive. I want to help you do whatever you want to all of them.
I want to help you make me and my friends famous."
The letter includes an address and pictures of a group of women, with short bios for each.
Who am I to ignore such an invitation?